Inheritance
I have no worldly goods for you
The things I have are but a few
I leave you what I can truly share
These are words beyond compare
The Good Book says to honor your parents
And you did even when they were truants
There is no mention of love in there
God doesn't expect you to love that pair
Because you honored, I am grateful
That you loved, I am especially thankful
There is a box on my special shelf
In that box are words, to explain myself
Those words were always kept inside
Bring them out, no reason left to hide
And when you read my words to you
You will see that I loved you too
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